I worked in between carpools and buying food and cooking and whatever else I had to do. I lived an outside life, but really I was living an inside life.

Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

I never decided at all to be an artist; being an artist seems to have happened to me.

The most demanding part of living a lifetime as an artist is the strict discipline of forcing oneself to work steadfastly along the nerve of one's own intimate sensitivity.

No one questions the fact that verbal language has to be learned, but the commonplaceness of visual experience betrays art; people tend to assume that, because they can see, they can see art.

Artists have no choice but to express their lives.

Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.

I've struggled all my life to get maximum meaning in the simplest possible form.

the knowledge of personal failure ... is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.

I have no home but me.

I have slowly come to realize that a family is composed of people who are teaching one another.

You know, I never believed in fate until I met you... then I started thinking coincidence didn't have near so cruel a sense of humor

[God] says to pray for our enemies. How many of us have ever spent time praying for our enemies?

Abbey relaxed, grateful not only that someone had thought to throw a party for her, but that she had been able to escape attending.

Good brands do three things for highly stressed out consumers: 1. They save time. 2. They project the right message. 3. They provide an identity.

If you're lost, you might need to swim against the tide.

I love the idea of going to work and having to fight and learn a new skill set, whether it's muay Thai or Kali or Filipino stick fighting. To me, it's like college for life.

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.

It is less painful, it turns out, to feel betrayed than to feel forgotten.

I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.

We are governed by sympathy; and the extent of our sympathy is determined by that of our sensibility